Sitting at the bar inside of the Prime 108 restaurant, I hungrily devoured the best fucking chicken sandwich I think I’d ever eaten in my life. That, paired with the Parmesan fries and a cold beer, made the day almost bearable.
The air-conditioning was down in the guest rooms of the old historic Union Station hotel in Nashville but somehow the lobby and adjoining rooms had plenty of cool air pumping in. I had had enough of the sweltering conditions and bellied up to the bar, camping my ass on this stool an hour before and was determined not to move until it was repaired.
As I lifted my head to take a huge swig of the ice-cold Killian’s my tiny hand encompassed, I noticed a very handsome man in the bar mirrors. He stood just behind me, visibly dipping his head to inhale my scent without coming too close.
“Have a seat, stranger,” I purred over my shoulder.
When he fumbled for the stool next to mine and struggled to get his long, lean legs tucked in properly, I added, “Care to join me for a drink?”
“Mm... yes, ma’am. I’d like that very much,” he drawled with a tip of his hat. The words slid off his tongue like butter off of a hot biscuit. I was a sucker for a southern gentleman and this one seemed like he might just fit the bill perfectly.
“What brings you to NashVegas, sugar?”
“Hahaha! NashVegas, huh? Umm... I’m a bit of a music whore and love to travel for good shows. So, here I am!”
“Well they don’t call it ‘Music City, USA’ for nothin’, darlin’.”
“Exactly!”
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked with an inquisitive smile.
“I am now,” I smirked back while circling my finger around the lip of my glass.
When the bartender stopped at our end to take his order, he asked me if I liked Tequila. I giggled and informed him that I loved Tequila but that it made me a little frisky.
“All the more reason to get some then! Two shots of Patrón, please, another Killian’s for the lady, and I’ll take a Heineken.”
After a couple of rounds of shots, the few inhibitions I might have had to begin with were quickly melting away like my panties had hours earlier.
“So the room’s are a bit on the sticky side today, huh?”
“Yeah, I don’t mind sticky but I prefer it to be in a whole different way.”
“Oh, yeah? And what way is that?” he asked with a cock of his brow.
“Well... I’d be glad to show you. How about you follow me toward the bathrooms across the lobby?”
“Pardon?” he sputtered, nearly choking on his drink.
“You heard me, cowboy.” I grinned wickedly at the thought of him hot on my tail, appreciating the view and eagerly anticipating what the destination held.
He slid a hundred dollar bill up onto the bar and quickly hopped down to assist me from my own seat atop the well-worn stool. He initially began to escort me with his large palm pressed into the small of my back but then fell a few steps behind as we crossed the lobby.
Entering the long hallway to both the men's and the women's restrooms, his pace quickened and he sidled up beside me.
“Where we headed, li’l darlin’?
“Right this way,” I said as I hurriedly grabbed his hand and drug him into the women’s bathroom.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” he groaned, attempting to put on the breaks and back out.
“Shhhh... come on!” I proceeded to pull him down to the larger stall on the far end of the perfectly designed bathroom.
Each stall was a room in and of itself with floor to ceiling walls and full locking doors. None of the metal half walls and doors you had to prop closed with your hand while trying to reach the toilet. And this particular stall had a tall window with two inch wood blinds and a deep window sill.
He stepped into the room and pulled the door closed behind him. Once the click of the lock sounded, his desire kicked into full gear. I leaned in to kiss him but as his lips pressed to mine, he reached down and grabbed just below my ass, hoisting me up onto the window sill.
Kneeling before me, he slid his hands slowly up my thighs, pushing up the white gauzy fabric of my dress in the process. He glanced up at me approvingly when he realized my panties were nowhere to be found.
Slowly, but with a firm coercion, he spread my thighs apart, moaning when he saw the wet that had pooled there.
“You really know how to welcome a fella, sugar,” he said appreciatively, planting soft kisses on the sensitive skin between my legs.
I giggled but it quickly turned into a groan as he let his tongue slide between my lips, lapping at the moisture that he created. I leaned my head back against the wooden blinds, gripped the edge of the window sill and propped my legs up on his shoulders, wrapping them around the back of his head.
He spent what seemed like hours, and only mere seconds, consuming every inch of my pussy. He licked, he sucked, he bit and he sunk his long fingers deep inside of me. He never even broke his stride as the sound of ladies coming and going in the neighboring stalls rang out.
Rising from his knees to kiss me, he continued to pound my pussy with his hand, bringing me dangerously close to the brink. He thrust them in and out with a delicious force while they curled inside of me on every extraction, literally tugging at my g-spot, smoothing it with each pass.
When he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back almost painfully far, sinking his pearly whites into the exposed flesh of my neck, I finally stumbled off of the ledge. The muscles inside me clinched, gripping tightly around his fingers; making it difficult for him to move them any further. He held motionless other than the unending curling of his digits inside me as the waves of pleasure fluttered through me.
The smell of sex filled the air in the tiny space so I inhaled deeply as I stood and tried to steady myself on shaky legs. While fumbling with the large belt buckle adorning his jeans, I growled hungrily, “It’s my turn!”
However, he had other plans.
Once his pants were open, he backed toward the toilet pulling his jeans and underwear down with a quick precision. He took a seat and leaned to grab me by the waist, pulling me on top of him. I gathered my dress above my hips and straddled his legs. Settling onto his cock and using his long golden locks for leverage, I proceeded to ride him steadily.
I flexed my thighs as my tiny legs dangled over his, lifting myself perfectly above him. It wasn’t long before we were both moaning our enjoyment. Again my muscles tensed and a split second after screaming his name, I felt a release that ran slowly out of me and I assumed down his balls.
It was then that he, too, clutched tightly at my flesh and screamed out my name. We then chanted in unison as we gradually slowed our roll.
“Alice.”
“Jasper.
“Alice.”
“Jasper.”
I began to chuckle as the reality of what we’d just done hit me. We just had loud, shameless sex on the toilet in the lady’s room.
The giggling caused the muscles in my pussy to again spasm around Jasper’s dick and he lurched forward grabbing tightly around my waist.
Looking up into my eyes, he said, “Babe, I love you and your little games so much! Now...get your shit together, we need to get to the airport or we’ll miss our flight home to Chicago!”
Alice: Jasper:
1 comments:
OMG, my alone time routine might now have a new fantasy added to it:) You are the best and I love it!
Dearest Nostalgicmiss, I hope you had the best birthday ever, and I wish you a great year to follow!
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